quickie in the public dressing room

“Absent the Holy Mother herself, who better?” Willowbud grinned, then tossed her white hair over her shoulder, and tilted her face airily, “Am I not divine?” “You’re certainly-” and I was cut off by the press of Willowbud’s lips, and the push of something hot into my lungs. It seeped into my capillaries, flowed through my chest, burned into my mind; heat, exhilaration, life. But it wasn’t my body, and the soul who owned it, was gone. I felt something within me, not within Diamond, but within me. A feeling in the depths of my ethereal lungs, a fulness that needed to be expired. I grabbed Willowbud, and pressed her closer to me. Then I breathed into her. The world went suddenly black, and silent. Willowbud’s grip was painfully tight, her hand was cold on mine. Deathly juicy cold. The universe was void of senses; not a glimmer of light, nor the smell of people, nor the sounds of lust. Only the hand adorable grasping my own, the lips growing clammy on mine, the thump of my heart in my ears, and a feeling creeping in public the back of my head. What are you? tits The voice whispered hooker in my mind. Thump, thump, thump. The drumming in my head felt like it was splitting it open, but the words came through. “You have waited a long time for this baby,” I whisper. Seems like you’ve changed, too.” "So what can we do?" He had her on all fours. The man really knew what he was doing, sloppily licking and hooker poking. “I just public never thought... that it would happen.” He then reaches for the can of solidified bacon fat tits that Lynette uses to add flavor to things when cooking, and scoops out a good dollop of the pork fat and greases himself up as he slathers it on his cock. We sat there watching each other masturbate. But I wanted to fuck her so I removed my dick and placed myself between her legs. It’s not like he was gonna adorable say ‘no.’” But the wet sounds of my cunt being fingered only spurred me on. If you’re up juicy to it, I can meet you in about half an hour at Buffalo Wild Wings, my treat. It was eleven thirty and the clock continued to tick. "C'mon, you have to get going. Taking a deep breath Cathy calmed placing the laptop back in its holder. Chapter 1 Teasing My Brother Truth be told, I’m still feeling a bit of nausea from last night’s hangover. A pit the size of Kentucky formed in his chest, and his heart sank to his feet to accommodate the pit. I wondered if it was the brute or the maid. “This, is Blake. “Like I said, with some limits. Oh, and put that control in your pocket – if there’s any room in there at the moment.”